Chapter Fifty-Five: The Final Rupture

In a fit of rage, Qin Feng charged at Wen Wu, his right leg whistling through the air with fierce, domineering force, aiming straight for Wen Wu’s chest. Wen Wu snorted coldly, sidestepped, and avoided the kick. At the same moment, his left arm shot out, and his palm struck toward Qin Feng’s head, intending to kill him with a single blow.

Smack!

Qin Feng reacted swiftly, twisting mid-air and driving his knee hard into Wen Wu’s abdomen. Wen Wu’s face flushed crimson, nearly vomiting blood on the spot. Yet he quickly regained his footing, a mocking smile curling at his lips as he spat, “That was just a probing attack. Next, you’re dead!”

His gaze sharpened, and his right hand gripped a knife, pointing it straight at Qin Feng’s throat. A chilling aura of murderous intent radiated from him, making others tremble.

“Oh? Is that so?” Qin Feng replied with a cold laugh, his eyes burning with intense fighting spirit.

“You think it’s over already?” A strange smile twisted Qin Feng’s lips as he slowly raised his right hand, aiming at Wen Wu’s head, and casually slapped at him.

Seeing the approaching palm, Wen Wu sneered and raised his hand to block.

In the next instant, Wen Wu felt the bones of his right hand crack, his face contorting in agony.

“Ah!” Wen Wu screamed in torment, eyes wide with uncontrollable terror as he dropped his dagger.

Clutching his right arm, he staggered back several steps, staring at Qin Feng in disbelief.

With that slap, Qin Feng had utterly shattered Wen Wu’s so-called pride.

He could not believe he had lost to Qin Feng, and in such a humiliating, overwhelming defeat.

“So, do you accept it now?” Qin Feng grinned, seemingly harmless, but Wen Wu only felt a chill that pierced his bones.

“How could an ordinary person like you know martial arts?” Wen Wu demanded through gritted teeth, fixing Qin Feng with an unyielding glare.

Everyone knew the saying: “Poor scholars, rich warriors.” Even elite soldiers would be nothing in his presence. Now, from this humble place, a martial artist far stronger than himself had appeared. How could he accept that?

“My secrets? Why should I tell you?” Qin Feng’s lips curled in mocking amusement.

Wen Wu’s expression darkened, his gaze icy as he glared at Qin Feng. This pretty boy clearly had no intention of revealing anything.

Since that was the case, there was no need to keep him alive.

Wen Wu attacked again, moving so fast he seemed to blur into a phantom, closing in on Qin Feng in an instant.

“Die!” Wen Wu roared, his military dagger flashing coldly as he thrust it at Qin Feng’s throat.

At that moment, the air itself seemed to freeze.

Wen Wu’s assault was swift and ferocious, like a venomous snake ready to strike fatally at any second. His gaze was sharp and cold, his entire being exuding a bloodthirsty, violent aura that sent chills down the spine.

“Hmph, you overestimate yourself!” Qin Feng’s lips drew into a playful smirk. With a twist of his right hand, he seized Wen Wu’s wrist and, with a slight exertion, dislocated it.

Wen Wu’s arm drooped at an unnatural angle, the bones broken. The searing pain made him howl uncontrollably.

He stared at Qin Feng in panic and dread, his eyes filled with apprehension and fear.

He never expected Qin Feng to be so monstrous—an ordinary man with strength rivaling ancient martial artists!

What was even more infuriating was that Qin Feng’s power far exceeded his own.

“Who are you? I warn you, let go of me or the Wen family will never forgive you!” Wen Wu stammered, trembling.

Qin Feng shot him a cold glance, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. “Today, not even the gods can save you.”

Swish!

Qin Feng’s right fist whipped out, landing hard on Wen Wu’s cheek.

Bang!

Wen Wu was sent flying, his body crashing against a concrete pillar, collapsing a steel beam over two meters high, and tumbling into the abandoned factory, raising a cloud of dust.

He struggled to his feet, his cheek burning with pain, blood gushing from his nose.

“Cough, cough…” Wen Wu coughed violently, glaring at Qin Feng with hatred.

Qin Feng ignored him, instead picking up Wen Wu’s phone from the ground. After a quick search, he dialed a number.

The call was answered within seconds.

“Hello, have you killed Qin Feng?” a hoarse voice asked.

It was Wen Dongsheng, head of the Wen family.

“Ha, Wen family? Wen Wu won’t be coming back,” Qin Feng replied coldly.

Wen Dongsheng was momentarily stunned, then his tone turned icy.

“You little bastard, you dare kill Wen Wu? Do you know what mistake you’ve made?”

“You son of a bitch, the only bastard here is you—and your whole family! If you want to kill me, go ahead and try. If any of you Wen family members step foot in Jianghai, let’s see if you can leave alive!”

With that, Qin Feng hung up, his eyes glinting with a dark light.

So Wen Dongsheng dared to target him directly—arrogant indeed!

After dealing with Wen Wu and confirming no one had noticed the commotion, Qin Feng strode away.

He had many things to attend to, but first, he needed to send his mother away, lest the Wen family, with their notorious ways, attempt to kidnap those close to him.

Now, Qin Feng had made up his mind: since he was stepping into the path of martial arts, he would go all the way.

After all, there was no turning back in his feud with the Wen family.

Leaving the dilapidated factory, Qin Feng immediately dialed Lin Wanting’s number.

“Wanting, are you alright?” The moment the phone rang, Lin Wanting answered anxiously.

“Qin Feng, I’m fine. What about that bastard Wen Wu?” Lin Wanting asked urgently, fearing Wen Wu might have harmed Qin Feng.

Qin Feng smiled gently, reassuring her, “Don’t worry, I’ve already dealt with Wen Wu.”

Hearing this, Lin Wanting finally relaxed. As long as Qin Feng was safe, that was all that mattered.

“Be careful when you go out these days. Now that the Liu and Wen families have openly turned against us, they’re sure to do something desperate,” Qin Feng warned.

He feared the Liu and Wen families might send assassins after Lin Wanting.

After all, these people had lost all reason and were capable of anything.

“Mm, I’ll be careful. By the way, Qin Feng, where are you now?” Lin Wanting asked.

Qin Feng gave her his address, and she agreed before hanging up.

Holding the phone, Qin Feng pondered for a moment, then decided to seek out his master.

Right now, Old Yan was the only one he could rely on.

Qin Feng took a cab to Old Yan’s workshop and found Old Yan, who was busy tinkering in the courtyard. Seeing Qin Feng arrive, Old Yan quickly invited him to sit.

“What brings you here, young man?” Old Yan asked with a gentle smile.